When given the choice, I always get extra pulp orange juice and crunchy peanut butter. Because I am a man of substance.

What I’m doing with my life

My 9-5 hours are consumed by database development for a lighting company in Bushwick. Apparently we made a goat lamp that didn't sell for some reason. Listen, I have no idea why it wasn't our most popular option either.

In my spare time I'm finding new ways to burn the candle at both ends by going to the climbing gym, volunteering with Transportation Alternatives, and going on 5AM bike rides with my cycling club. "Do you even sleep?" you might ask. The answer is no, I'm burning a candle at both ends, it's very bright in my room and I'm sensitive to light. It's an issue. Please send help.

I’m really good at

...sketching, designing, and building my next DIY project. Right now it's an abstracted LED chandelier. As the saying goes, "measure twice, cut once, and end up going to Home Depot again because you screwed it up anyways".

...ensuring that I have your consent before I launch into my twelve minute rant about how Frank Lloyd Wright is responsible for climate change and systematic oppression in America. Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but get your own weird conspiracy theory. This one's mine.

...scouring the vast expanse of the internet for new music. I've got a one-new-band per week addiction with actual withdrawal symptoms. Or would they be... symptones?

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food

BOOKS: Stephenson's inability to end novels and bell hooks anecdotes.MOVIES: Pretentious art flicks with 20 lines of dialogue total.SHOWS: It took a few episodes to warm up to, but Bojack Horseman might be one of the best series I've ever seen.MUSIC: If they've played at St. Vitus, they're probably in my library.FOOD: I routinely mess up grabbing curry powder instead of cumin off the spice rack, so get at me if you want surprise Indian food when I say I'm making enchiladas for dinner

The six things I could never do without

— Sketchbook and a V5 Precise Pen— Constantly losing my dad's old pocket knife and feeling guilty about it until I do the laundry and find it again— A liter of extra virgin olive oil. Friends have accused me of drinking it, but that only happened one time c'mon guys— A sub from Wegmans. What's Wegmans? You are in for a treat.— Maraschino cherries with stems (it matters)— Informing my coworker that yes, I did bike into work today, just like I have every day for the past two years, yes I know it's snowing, no, that's never stopped me before, yes Zandra I know I'm crazy

I spend a lot of time thinking about

I removed the shell of my racing snail to make it go faster, but if anything, it's more sluggish

On a typical Friday night I am

Did you know there's a bar that serves buffalo wing fried cheese curds? They put 'em in a bowl and you eat 'em with toothpicks and blue cheese dip. Basically the apex of mozzarella stick technology. Yeah, we should go there.

The most private thing I’m willing to admit

Sometimes I wonder what common social issue our generation will struggle to accept that might seem obvious to a future generation. Will cybernetics be 2060's LGBT rights? Who knows.

You should message me if

you find any of these things appealing:

✓ happy hour at a local joint and trying drinks with weird ingredients✓ a lazy afternoon climbing session (I have guest passes galore if you need 'em)✓ visiting one of the Dia:Beacon satellite locations and practicing thoughtfully stroking our chins to appear like we get it